I am still not sleeping well, possibly partly through jetlag, although that didn't bother me in either direction in March. I wake several times in the night, thinking about my poor daughter in England, and I just got up at 5 a.m and made a cup of tea. I will probably drop off during 'Countdown'.
I keep writing letters to her in my head, but I know it would be useless to send them. It is almost impossible to shake paranoid delusions, although sometimes the sufferer will pretend to agree if you confront them, but the belief remains with them.
I have had no contact with her since I got her letter almost two months ago, accusing me of stealing from her. Her daughter is still my Facebook friend and her eldest son has not unfriended me, so I think they do realise how wrong she is, but they are afraid to confront her.
I do make a positive effort to think of other things, or read, but I know she must be very sad and that is what really upsets me.
It is her birthday next week, so I am just going to send her the usual card saying I hope she has a good day and I love her very much.